Again (Again)

Endless possibility.
Boundless hope
discovered in measured step.
Piece by piece,
putting back together
the very foundation
of what creates a life.
First, breath.
Next, thought.
Then, form.
Finally, action.
See fear and hold fast;
becoming is a re-birth,
and all birth
involves pain.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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